Pleasures a Crime Worth Committing

Chapter Fifteen: Bacon and Eggs

Waking up next to Spencer Reid was surely all you could imagine and more...

As your eyes slowly opened to the bright light of the sun through his huge, opened, arched windows, you looked at the clock on his desk. It read 7:15am. You never really woke up this early on weekends, but it was no surprise considering how lit up the room was, creating almost a golden color on the walls and books covering the shelves. As your eyes slowly begin to adjust, you heard a croaky, groggy voice above you say-

"Good morning!"

It was Spence. His hair was a complete frizzy mess, and sometime through the night, his hands had made their way to your body. His arms were wrapped around you, almost as if he was embracing you. He rubbed his hands on his eyes, trying to also adjust to the completely lit up room.

"Good morning..." You said back to him, still remaining on his chest. For some reason, Spencer would always give you this fuzzy feeling. His body was always so warm and comforting to you, waking up to it on the other hand, even better.

"How did you sleep?" His voice was still croaky, grabbing his glasses on the desk next to the bed. In response to this, you slightly sat up next to him, resting your back on the wired headboard. You moved your hand to his head, messing up his hair. He laughed.

"Perfectly." Moving yourself to the left side of the bed, you swung your legs over, hunched on your back. Your hair also equally a mess.

"I'm not the best cook, but I can make a pretty decent pot of coffee." He moved to the left of the bed as well, climbing out and holding out his hand.

"May I?"

Did he want you to take it? You surely did so, him pulling you up of the bed, twirling you around. Tripping on your other foot, you fell into his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck. He grabbed your waist to catch you, looking at you while doing so. Here we go again, the blinding urge to kiss him. Before you could even process this thought, he slowly moved away from you.

"I'll go put on a pot of coffee, do you want anything specific for breakfast?" He said, walking towards the two large doors to the kitchen.

"I think I can help out with that." You winked at him across the room. It's not like you were a chef or anything, but you were pretty decent when it comes to eggs and bacon.
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When you walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, his huge glass windows open, the drapes flowing from the wind. You could see Spencer pouring coffee into two mugs, adding your usual 3 sugars and milk. He transferred the two mugs over to the kitchen table. Sitting down sipping his coffee, you walked by to the stove. You could feel his eyes on you, not just you, but your ass showing through the XL shirt you have on.

"Where are your pans Spence?" You asked, searching the cabinets.

"Their under the stove, bottom left."

You grabbed two small pans, placing them on the lit burners as you went into the fridge for bacon and eggs.

"You can cook Y/N?" He asked, starring at you almost surprised, sipping his coffee

"You think I can't?" Cracking the eggs, adding oil to the pan and seasoning the bacon.

" I just mean I've never seen you cook before, when we're on cases, we just do take out. Or when we hang out at your apartment for movie nights." Him walking up behind you, refilling his mug.

"It's not like I'm some culinary expert or anything, but I can bake pretty well and make basic things. Haven't you seen me at Rossi's? That man surely taught me almost all I know."